Drama 3: ‘Brian’
Brian has a learning disability. He is gay. His brother, Alec, can’t come to terms with Brian’s sexuality. In fact, he believes Brian can’t be gay because he doesn’t have the capacity to understand what it means. Alec hires a prostitute, Carmen, to try and ‘cure’ Brian.
- Brian - who has learning difficulties
- Alec - Brian's brother
- Carmen - a sex worker
My brother, Brian? He’s a bit – well... put it this way, he’s not the full shilling, know what I mean? He’s a good lad though and always game for a laugh. Me and lads, we can get him to do virtually anything we want. We just suggest something and he’s off and doing it.
Alec’s my big brother. He takes me everywhere with him. Well lots of places. If he’s got something important on then I’m not allowed to go with him. He’s always getting me to do stuff for him, and I like doing it, it makes me feel important especially when his pals are around too. It doesn’t matter if I get caught spray painting or stealing stuff from shops because I’ve got learning difficulties so I usually get let off with just a warning. I’ve had so many warnings, I’m surprised I’ve no’ been jailed for life. But I think that’s why Alec gets me to do it, if he gets caught he’d be in serious trouble.
Brian came to me about a year ago. His big brother Alec put him up to it. He’s a prat. I see the likes of him all the time. Smart arse know-it-alls. That kind do more harm than good. Anyway Brian comes to me and I knew straight away he wasn’t right. I get all sorts in here, so it’s not hard to recognise those ‘less fortunate’ members of society and it quickly became obvious he didn’t want to be here.
It’s handy having a brother who’s not all there. He doesn’t get done because of his learning difficulties. Suits me. But you know what really pisses me off about him? It’s his obsession with being gay. It’s seriously embarrassing and he won’t shut up about it. It’s Hollyoaks this and Alan Carr that. But there’s no way he’s gay. How can he be? According to his ‘specialist’ he’s got a mental age of about 12, so even though he’s 18, he’s 18 coming on 13. And at 13 you don’t know if your coming or going never mind if your gay.
And it’s driving our mother and father round the twist. They’re convinced he’s going to wind up in some seedy cottaging set-up with older men taking advantage of him. I’ve tried to show him the error of his way, that he’s not gay, I’ve paid girls to let him have a feel an - well, do him wee favours, but he just keeps banging on about being gay.
Sometimes I wonder if Alec does like having me around. I mean when I think about it, he only invites me along when him and his pals are after something or when he wants me to do something for him. He doesn’t take me out with him when they’re going for a drink or anything. Maybe he thinks I’ll embarrass him by getting drunk and making a fool of myself. But at least he lets me mix with his friends. He’s even tried to get me a girlfriend, and some his girlfriends have done stuff with me, though I don’t know why, I didn’t ask them to. I keep telling him I don’t want a girlfriend, it’s boys I like. I don’t think he understands. What’s so difficult? It’s simple – I like boys. Him and mum and dad keep telling me it’s wrong and that I’ll get into trouble. All I’ve heard about people getting into trouble from sex is girls. That’s what they say when a girl gets pregnant isn’t it. She’s got herself into trouble. A don’t know why they can’t just say she’s pregnant.
So Brian turns up at the door and he’s like a lost soul. He’s not interested in having sex with me but he’s no idea what to do and he’s scared. He needs to impress that idiot of a brother, who has paid for it after all. What difference he thought it was going to make is beyond me. I mean I’m good, very good. But when a confused wee boy is forced into a situation he has no desire to be in, no amount of great sex is going to change him. One way or another I’ve got to try to give this boy a good time. So I get them out and give him a good feel, I give him a rub, you know, just the usual stuff. But it’s obvious he’s not into it at all. Of course in business, the bottom line is, you’ve got to please the client, so the boy has to have a good time. The best way to give someone a good time is ask them what they want.
Aw that talk about being gay – he embarrasses me in front of my mates. And mum and dad are climbing the walls worrying about him. I’ve tried to get him interested in girls before, even paid them money tae show him what a good time with a lassie is all about. But they were stupid wee tarts who couldn’t blow a crisp packet. What he needed was a real woman. Somebody that would blow everything including his mind – and I knew the very person.
Alec just can’t seem to accept that I’m gay. He keeps going on about me being confused, that it’s got to do with my ‘condition’. I don’t give a toss about my condition – I know what I want. Then one day he tells me he’s arranged for me to meet a real woman. He says that after I’ve been with this woman I’ll know that I’m not gay. What can I do, he’s my brother, and maybe he’s right maybe I’m not ready to make up my mind. Him and mum and dad have been going on about it so much that they’ve made me wonder. So he takes me along to this brothel an it’s minging. I mean there’s no way I’m taking my shoes of in there never mind anything else! And this is supposed to be some life changing experience. Anyway I gets into the room and the lady, Carmen, is sitting waiting. I look at her – nothing. So I’m standing there waiting to get all excited. She invited me over and gave me a feel while she rubbed me up an down. Still nothing. I just kept thinking, I’m gay, I don’t want this. Seriously I was ready to run out the door when she asked me what I wanted. Christ, that was like being hit with a big soft double decker bus. Nobody had ever asked me what I wanted – not that I can remember anyway. And I’m not ashamed to say it. I started crying.
That poor boy was so screwed up he just burst into tears. I’ve seen that before too, but never like this. It was like his whole horrible world was being washed out of his body in those tears. There was no way I was going to try to stop him. He’s been screaming inside for years and now it was all coming out. So I let him cry it all out and then we just talked. He told me about, all the things he’d done for his brother – he idolised that guy though why, I’ll never know. He told me about the girls that had been set up for him and how it was all wrong and he told me that he was sure he was gay but nobody would believe him. This boy was totally screwed up. Anyway I didn’t do anything, because all he really needed was someone to listen while he got years of abuse off his chest. I didn’t need to say much, I just told him what I tell everyone who needs a sympathetic ear, and there’s a lot more people like that than you’d imagine. Don’t live a lie, if people can’t accept you for who you are, find people who can. That was it really, he left me with one the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen. And believe me I’ve put smiles on a lot of faces.
What a night! And I could truthfully tell my brother I’d had one of the best nights of my life! I came away from there feeling brilliant. I knew I was right all along. Well let’s face it, if you’re no’ turned on by a woman like Carmen – you’re definitely gay! No question. Eventually I told them all what really happened, mum, dad and Alec, and that they had to accept me for who I was. Mum and dad were furious that Alec had sent me off to a brothel, mind you Alec was pretty pissed off too because he’d paid all that money to Carmen to get me laid and prove I was straight, and I didn’t go near the girl. But hey- it was probably cheaper than going to one of they psychiatrists. I still drop by to see Carmen now an then – just to check that I am still gay, and yep, I still don’t fancy her one bit... oh, and the place is still minging!